The Spider and the Cat
The Spider walks.
She skillfully stalks
Her unwary victims
On eight trecherous limbs,
with joints that tightly bend
upward gracefully then send
Each foot swinging ahead.
Eight shiny eyes on her head
Search out for her prey,
In the early hours of the day.
Her black body glistens in the sun.
Morning dew lies on the web she's spun.
Underneath, she hides her crimson hourglass
As she crawls low through the grass.
Every move is terrifying ecstacy
To see.
Two beconing fangs call out
for flesh from a blood-stained pout.
Enter the Cat,
The curious and playful Cat,
With sleek and soft marigold fur.
He bounds and stops begins to purr.
The Kitten licks himself clean.
A more wonderful tongue there has never been.
widow Spider says hello,
"Aren't you a fresh young fellow
You are simply delicious
You're such a curious
Kitten
I'm absolutely smitten."
The Kitten sits so innocently.
His tongue so long and pink and lovely,
Continues to stroke his furry coat.
On this the Spider does now dote.
The Cat lays down his paw.
His tongue hangs lazily from his maw.
He studies the Widow with a curious stare,
Never, he thinks, has he seen a creature more fair.
She is so graceful, aweful and wonderful.
"Please, you are so beautiful
Please, tell me what you are
So glistening, brilliant and black as a star-
less night.
I can't think what you might
Be."
"I'm your friend, would you like to play with me?
If you're good, I'll teach you my game,
And if you're not, I'll teach you all the same."
THe dreamy little Cat stretches out.
He opens his mouth with a curious shout
He agrees, head tilted, back arched. He rolls
Onto his side. The spide cajoles,
"Be still now, my precious young Cat."
Eight spider legs move with feet that pitter-pat.
She crawls over the kitten with every limb
To pull him close and draw him in.
"Do you like to be held like this?"
Her fangs are so close they can hardly miss,
"Don't struggle now, it's so much more
Fun if you don't; there's so much more fun in store."
The Cat writhes in heavenly torture
At the mercy of his beloved Spider.
He yelps out loud in pain,
As his partner loves him. In vain
He struggles to get away,
Because this game he doesn't want to play.
The Spider's tongue is in his eyes
And the Cat begins to despise
And understand the Widow's plans.
Ever so close to their mark hover her fangs,
Her perfect pleasure nearly complete.
She wrapps him tightly, eight deadly feet
Wrapped around the Kitten.
The Cat, not yet bitten
Caresses the Widow with his tongue
And suddenly he understands, though he is young.
"It is not you who will have me
But I who must have you. Oh ecstacy
And bliss. This taste on the tip
Of my tongue is such a delicious trip.
Oh my beautiful Spider you are good
Enough to eat. I wish I could
Have you now, though you are dangerous."
"No, please, my precious
Don't you fret over me
You'll surely agree
You shouldn't make a fuss
Because I'm quite posionous."
"Death is worth this game," he cries.
There is terror in the Widow's eyes.
The Cat cradles her in his young
Wanting jaw, her taste envelopes his tongue,
And he swallows her whole...
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